Luyện nghe bài hát The Slant

The slant, a building around me
My figure framed crookedly
In the threshold of the
Door scraping with every opening

a rough history of bedroom scenes
The plot hard to
The text obscured in the fields of
Slowly the stains of seasons spent lying there

Red and like leaves fallen
The colors of an cycle
Fading with the cycle
And the cycle

Again an smell
Like my name misspelled or
A broken
The of them strong

Stalking, about their prey
the way hammer meets nail
Pounding, say
Pounding out the of attraction

Like a was a drum like a body was a weapon
Like there was something more wanted than the journey
it was owed to them
Steel toed they

And I'm wondering why fear of men
Maybe because I'm hungry
And like a I'm dependent on them
To me

I am a work in
Dressed in the of a world unfolding
me intricate patterns of questions
Rhythms never come clean